Yellow And White

Flowers a few, were lying forgotten,

Yellow emboldened in white,

Strewn hither and tither,

Yet in harmony:

One peeped amidst a bush,

Another gleamed on the soil,

A third rolled down afresh

Upon the pitch dark asphalt.

I hand-picked them into a bunch,

And straightened a curl or two of the petals.

The flowers sat fragrant

In my vase brimming with water.

I glimpsed at the lovelies

While passing by the corner table,

And each time the whites and yellows,

Greeted me with a scent sweet!